Molten breach, Dante´s blindness

The landscape is pitch black
if not for the lava pouring out in great
streams across the land.
Illuminating the land of eternal death.
The sparks fly out touching the blind who´d
stay near for warmth.
Showing the faces of rundown souls
and sadistic adolescent demon spawn
that would slit the souls renewed form
with shards of igneous rock.
Sharp Mountain ranges make perches for
flying zombie bats.
Every now and then comes the local alpha
demonic laughter to spread the dread on whole.
Then he holds the closest unfortunate near to
his chest as if in embrace.
Alas outcomes the spider connected to him
through veins, as it runs up through the hair of
the pleb like soul and digs it´s fangs in
true excrutiating terror!
Vile nightmarish existance
upon the molten breach of
devastation.
(Hell well enough to map it)